PAFP Camp a voice inside | getting caught

[possumgrin]

Possumgrin slunk deeper into the shadows, ears flicking at every passing sound. The patrol had been rounding up at dawn, and rather than suffer through another miserable morning and empty hunting, he had made himself conveniently unavailable. A sudden urgent need to check on the elders a brief but crucial conversation with a warrior who wasn't even in camp. Oh, and that branch over there needed a good, long stare.

By now, the patrol surely should've left. The blue tom carefully poked his head out from behind a scraggly bramble, orange eyes scanning the camp. Clear. His whiskers twitched with satisfaction as he stepped out, stretching as if he'd just woken up from a hard earned nap. Easy. With Fleapaw left to rest there was no stopping him from screwing off today.

He rolled his shoulders, already planning the rest of his free morning. Maybe a good sun patch, a chat with someone interesting for a change. Then an all too familiar face approached. @Smogmaw. One of the cats he was supposed to be patrolling with. Fox dung. His entire body stiffened mid-step. Slowly, he turned his head, a strained smile already pulling at his sheepish maw as he met the assumedly unimpressed gaze of who had caught him. His tufted ears twitched as he scrambled for an excuse, any excuse. By the heavens don't tell @SABLESTAR !

"Oh! Funny running into you Smogmaw!" He took a step forward as if this were an entirely normal morning. "You just missed me, actually. Patrol? Yeah. I, uh... Well, you see-" His tail lashed once before he reeled it in, shifting his weight awkwardly. "I had to... Uh, you know. Nature calls." They shot a meaningful glance toward the outskirts of camp.

"Had to go make dirt. Urgently." His expression remained serious, as if this was truly a tragic and unavoidable event. Shut up Possumgrin! Shut! Up! But he could already predict the inevitable disbelief.

"And then-" He held up a pale paw as if they had interrupted his very important tale. "I was on my way to check on Fleapaw! Poor thing has been dying to practice." He exhaled dramatically. "She's probably wasting away as we speak." A solemn shake of their tufted blue head. "What kind of mentor would I be if I didn't ensure her training?" Possumgrin's ear twitched as he cringed at his own faulty sincerity. Still he gave a winning grin, sharp fangs flashing.

Would they buy it? Probably not. Would that stop him from committing to the bit? Absolutely not.

OOC: The patrol has already left but Smog is assumed to have stuck behind to find Possum. A common pattern of his is to disappear during morning patrols. Once Smogmaw replies feel free to come in on the action! However, it is very early in the morning and unlikely any cat heard Possum's poor excuse so please play it off like they only catch the tail end of whatever Smog has to say (minus Sablestar they are to overhear the whole thing!)​

 

[SABLESTAR]

Possumgrin was not the prime choice he had thought to have made just a few short moons ago. Sablestar had seen the tabby with possibility of growth in his lack of motivation, that perhaps with the encouragement of being seen for his potential, that may change. It proved the leader wrong, however, as Possumgrin continued to flounder with Fleapaw's training and duck away from any sort of guidance or direction for his role in the Clan. Sablestar had half a mind to rip away his mentorship entirely, but he is short on warriors to hand her off too. In any case, she appeared just fine tagging into patrols her mentor hid away from.

The tuxedo sat beside the buttonbush that hugged the maw of his den as dawn rose to the horizon's surface, pleased with the night's work and ready for some well deserved rest when he can hear the warriors voice babbling. Sablestar's maw twisted into a frown as his ears angled back, disappointment burning in his throat as he made the regretable decision to approach the pair. Both of them missing from their dawn patrols, but it looks more like Smogmaw found a mouse in Cicadabuzz's herbs.

"That's enough prattle from you, Possumgrin." The dark tom sighed as though these exhaustive excuses rubbed off on him. "Fleapaw's training would do well with a proper routine to model after, why hasn't that been done still? Do you know how many time's she's been caught making a mess and you're nowhere to be found?" Sablestar lashed his tail in annoyance. "Is she even prepared for an assessment, how confident are you that she'll pass?"

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
• 

  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-four moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[possumgrin]

The jig was up and he had not a soul to blame nor a corner to scramble away in.

His facade all but a cobweb, fraying at the barest threads under Sablestar's stare. Not that it had ever been strong just a patchwork of charm and evasion stitched together with sloth and annoyance. Now it unraveled completely, heat crawling up his neck as the leader's voice bore down on him like fangs to their throat.

"Uh..." Their meow croaked out, weak and fumbling. Dark lips opening again, then closing like a fish flung to shore. "No, I just..." The tom tried, helpless against the suffocating tone of frustration. There was nowhere to run. Sablestar's words stuck him at the mention of Fleapaw. Tufted blue ears flattened as he willed on his need to appear happy-go-lucky. "H-hey, it hasn't been that long... Has it?" The Night Guard offered weakly, a useless smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth, cracking under the weight. However the fire of humility hit harder and this time he had no lie worth the breath to float it.

"She..." Possumgrin's voice gave out. Images racing by of Fleapaw's eager gaze, the times he waved her off with some sarcastic jab, her bouncing steps that slowed when he stopped showing up. The hurt in her eyes when he turned his back one too many times. His absence far louder than any petty little laugh he had scrounged up to a clanmate. Tense shoulders drop and his head fell forward with defeat.

"No." Possumgrin rasped at last. The word landing heavy in the silence, stripped of all pretense. His voice hoarse, brittle. "Fleapaw has made no progress and would fail. Miserably."

It would be all his fault.

The truth hung there, choking him. Shame raised his fur in jagged clumps, and the crooked grin he'd worn like armor finally slipped. No jokes. No excuses. Just that sick, hollow feeling of knowing he'd let her down, his sister and himself and hadn't done a thing to fix it. He looked away, jaw clenched, hating how small he felt beneath Sablestar's gaze. Their usual charisma fizzled and dead more so than his internal dismay of Sablestar. Possumgrin couldn't find a single thing to conjure up and pin on the Shadowclanner. Not when two pairs of eyes stared him down.

So he stayed woefully silent as the world grew all the more suffocating.

OOC: Thread is open now! Feel free to dunk on this loser ​

 

[F l e a p a w]

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The muddy apprentice poked her nose through the brambles of the medicine den. Unlike her good-for-nothing excuse of a mentor, she didn't bother pretending to be busy. Fleapaw didn't like the crap Cicadabuzz had her doing, but she wasn't stupid enough to dodge her duties. If she was ever going to be a warrior—a goal that seemed farther from her grasp by the day—then she had to work for it.

That was what pissed her off most about Possumgrin. He was lazy piece of dirt, but a clever one. By now, she was in on his little game. That didn't stop her from chasing him around, pestering him even if she rarely got anything out of it. So yeah, maybe when she saw him getting his tail chewed off by Sablestar, she couldn't help but crack a smirk.

But she also felt kinda... bad for him. She was the center of plenty of scoldings and public beatdowns. It sucked. She knew how it must've felt.

The times she spent in trouble outnumbered the times she'd actually been praised. No one said shit about any of the stuff she did right. They only had something to say about the stuff she did wrong. Possumgrin included. When he was made her mentor, she was happy. He was a Night Guard and supposedly a good fighter too. As much as she hated his guts, a part of her wanted to prove him wrong. Just once, she wanted him to acknowledge something—anything—she'd done right.

Because wasn't she trying hard enough? Hadn't she been a good apprentice? She did whatever he told her to. She took his bullshit without complaint, even when it made her blood boil.

Yeah, sure she was a bit of a slow grower, but couldn't he see what Froststorm saw in her?

Her paw scraped the ground as she stepped forward without thinking. She could try and save his ass right now.... Come up with some excuse to feed Sablestar. Wouldn't be the first time she's been in trouble. So what if she took some of the fall?

She took another step before her paws rooted. But… Why should she? The past few moons had been hell for her, and most of that was his fault… so why… shouldn't he have a little taste too? Shit, honestly why shouldn't he have the full meal? He earned it.

Fleapaw slowly backed into the den again, slipping just behind the brambles. She crouched low near the entrance, watching the scene unfold with a scowl.

Haven't I always been a burden to you?

So why try to be anything more than that now.​

How was I supposed to the see the way?

FLEAPAW

7 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Haven't I given enough?

 

[SABLESTAR]

The tuxedo's anger bore holes into Possumgrin as the blue dusted warrior stumbled through his next string of excuses. Each attempt answered with bared gritted teeth or a narrow of his eyes. None of it would satisfy in place of the truth, of the admittance and show of some humility in the face of his leader.

Sablestar allowed for the silence to stretch on, unmoving while the Night Guard sat in his slow-rising shame. The tom would see it right that he stew in it for those in camp to crawl out and see for themselves. To watch and see how little their leader tolerated laziness in his Clan.

"You have neglected her. I give you a mouse-length of trust and you make a mockery of it, you spit on the life I have given you." Sablestar growled as Possumgrin stood in the air of contempt, lashing tail thudding against the ground. "If you will not make proper use of the role gifted to you, then I will do you the favor of returning it. From now one you are no longer a Night Guard, you may return to your days as an everyday warrior. If you fail to commit to even that, you will find yourself amongst the apprentices. Am I clear?"

Fleapaw must have been summoned to the mention of her name, and as if her appearance was another reminder, Sablestar lashed one final punishment.

"You are stripped of your mentor duties until proven capable. Fleapaw-" A cat that wouldn't give him another headache, he pleaded, to enter his vision. Someone that could salvage the tatters of Fleapaw already fractured routine. His gaze passed over greens, and the decision is made. "Jadethorn is your new mentor. She has proven to learn from her mistakes, to make herself a better warrior from them. Let us hope Possumgrin is worthy of the same." The black-and-white tom gave a final dismissive role of his eyes and padded away from his Clanmates to finally retire to his den for the morning.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
  @Jadethorn congrats! its a flea!
• 

  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-four moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[Jadethorn]

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

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The muddy, swamp water covered pocosin that the clan called their home was something Jadethorn still had trouble appreciating. The sticky, wet dirt that layered the ground always got stuck in her well kept fur, and the water made her feel like she was dipping into slime on occassion, with algae and bottom dwellers swimming about. For once, though, the morning didnt feel damp and humid. The sun had shown through the clouds for a day or so now, bringing, what she thought, was a much needed dryness that was unlike most days. And the molly planned to enjoy it as much as she could before the rain came again.

Luckily for her, she had not been assigned to one of the morning patrols, being able to settle down in camp after the call to action, the paw that the rat known as Thunder had injured being nipped and licked at, a small reminder of her journey into Thunderclan territory. Oh how she hated the new mark in her fur. Oh how she wanted to maim the perpetrator, maybe even in front of his larger ghost faced companion that she had seen constantly by his side in the colony. Unsheathed claws flexed in frustration and intent. Oh, the next time she saw him, she wou-

A commotion caught onto her ears, dismissing her would-be thoughts as her attention was brought to the lazy, sniveling tom that happened to be the brother of that annoying Marbleshine. Two cats from the same litter and both of them, somehow, got on the molly's nerves whenever their presense was even near her own. It didn't matter that the kind parallel to the lazy rat made her stomach uneasy and her heart race ever since her outburst. No, Jade didn't let those feelings stop her enjoyment of seeing the night guard finally get what was coming to him. She rose from her spot near the Warrior den, moving closer to be able to hear his pathetic excuses and stumbling words. From his mention of having to make dirt (who, in the hell, wanted to hear about that?), to his attempt at bringing up the apprentice that she had seen, time and again, him neglect and shoo away when she practically begged for some kind of training. An apprentice that, despite depising nearly all of the younger cats of the clan, stirred something in Jadethorn that she didn't exactly like or understand.

Still, when the bastard tried to use the runt as an excuse, she could feel the fur on her nape start to rise in irritation. She wanted to laugh, to let out a boisterous mirth at the words he attempted to save his own skin. Oh, how she was barely an inch away from spilling her own against his but she had to bite her tongue as the King, himself, arrived on the scene. And he was pissed. It was great to see that anger directed towards others that weren't her. Even more so when it was someone she disliked. Settling back on her haunches a few feet away, the molly curled her tail around her paws and watched with a shit-eating smirk as the leader drilled into the tom that held such a high position in his clan. A position he so gratefully gifted upon the sorry excuse for a tom. A movement from the medicine den had her gaze glance towards it, seeing the runt that was the subject of the very drama that was going down. If the small apprentice looked her way, her green eyes would flicker towards Possumgrin before going back, that smirk growing with a roll of her eyes as if to say 'look at this dumbass'. A small show of comraderie towards the behavior that plagued her training before she went back to watching with kitten-like glee.

From the interrogation to the failed excuses to the admittance, Jadethorn drank it all in. Maybe she was having to much fun watching this all go down but part of her had been waiting for this. When Sablestar let the silence stretch on, the molly couldnt help herself from leaning forwards in anticipation, ears straight and twitching to hear what Possumgrin's punishment would be. And ohohoho, was it a punishment. Stripped of his council status and threatened to be sent to the apprentice den of all things, Jadethorn's eyes narrowed in determination at learning that a possible new opening was available in the council. The journey to Thunderclan's border was exhilarating, a good memory sullied by the outcome but still a good memory none the less. If she could weasel her way into her leader's ranks, she would get that feeling again. The feeling of paws following behind hers with determination, looking her way for guidance. It sparked something in her she didnt know she wanted... Power.

And with Sablestar's next decree, she had a chance at exactly that. Although she would be lying if she wasn't taken by surprise when her name left his muzzle, green gaze locking onto dual toned honey and purple and narrowing in determination. The molly straightened as he gifted her with the runt's training, and, although she had not wanted the responsibility of looking over the young ones originally, there was a light of pride she felt in her chest that he would trust her enough to finish her guidance. "Unlike that sniveling rat, I'll make sure Fleapaw is ready for her assessment...on time." Her green gaze glanced at the runt in the entrance of the medicine den, the corner of her maw tugging into a smirk before she looked back at Sablestar. "And I guarantee that she will pass... Stars, she'll excel on my watch." A determined smile, eyes narrowed ever so slightly before she gave her leader a nod. "Thank you for this opportunity, Sablestar. Now..." Moving to stand, the molly turn on her heel just as the King started towards his den again. She didnt need to look back to know the little one would follow. "Come on, runt! We start immediately! Gotta wash off whatever nonsense the shitbrained tom taught you."

Jadethorn would not let Sablestar down...not with a possible council position on the line...

And the annoying want for the little runt to graduate on time, at the top of her age group, definitely wasn't apart of Jadethorn's reasoning.
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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Warrior of Shadowclan
  ❖ 33 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
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[F l e a p a w]

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She could only watch as her mentor was bashed down even lower than before. In a few words, he'd lost not only his pride but his position as well. Flea couldn't help but snort at the thought of him taking on apprentice chores again. Harsh, but not that the lazy tom didn't deserve every bit of it.

At the sound of her name Fleapaw flinches, scowl softening with surprise. So much for watching from the shadows while the tom got verbally pummeled. Ugh, now he knew that she saw too! Another thing she was sure he would blame her for… and maybe it was her fault in a way. Honestly, she expects Sablestar to start berating her as well. Fuck! Was he gonna demote her like he did Possumgrin? The only thing lower than an apprentice was a kit—She didn't want to be a kit again!

It takes a second to process the words comin' out of his yapper. She gawks, slack-jawed, when she's told Jadethorn will be taking over her training. The apprentice's head snaps to find the green-eyed warrior. After what happened at the thunderpath, she hadn't thought any less of Jadethorn. Even Froststorm said that most of her clanmates were soft for letting ThunderClan walk all over them! Flea didn't think she deserved to get punished when she was just trying to stake some claims for them. And now, she was gonna take over her training? Jadethorn was like one of the coolest cats in ShadowClan! Flea hoped that the molly would be her mentor from the start.

Fleapaw listens in awe, curled ears lifting at Jadethorn's declaration. It was bold to promise something like that but shit if it didn't bring tears to her eyes to hear it. After bleeding and crying and begging for something to be different.... Finally, things were looking up. It was nice to have someone else who didn't want her to fail.

A dark nose pokes out from the shadows. "C-coming Jadethorn!" She bounds into the open, skulking past Possumgrin. She almost wants to say something, but… there's nothing to say, not anymore. So stupid to feel bad for a bastard like him. He doesn't deserve it, not after everything he put her through… But if he'd been given another chance, would he have tried harder then? There's still the chance to rub his nose in it by becoming a warrior, but after all that, would he even care? Hard as it was to admit, she still wanted him to...

Fleapaw spares him a meek glance before scrambling to catch up.

How was I supposed to the see the way?

FLEAPAW

7 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Haven't I given enough?

 

[Coalstrike Coalstrike]

I'LL SHOW NO MERCY, I'LL SHOW NO REMORSE.

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Coalstrike's gaze was cold and unrelenting as he watched the scene unfold. He had known from the beginning that Possumgrin was ill-suited for the role Sablestar had entrusted to him. The tom had never been fit to bear the title of warrior, let alone mentor. But Sablestar's authority stood above his own, and Coalstrike had respected the decision, if only to allow failure to prove the truth. Mistakes were teachers, after all. And while young Fleapaw often tested his patience, he was quietly relieved to hear her mentorship had been reassigned. Jadethorn was a sharp, capable molly. She would do what Possumgrin could not: shape the apprentice into a warrior worthy of the name.

Coalstrike gave a curt nod of approval before padding forward, slow and deliberate. His intense gaze lingered on Possumgrin, a flicker of dark satisfaction glinting in his eyes, quickly masked as his expression settled back into stoicism. Turning to Sablestar, he dipped his head once in respect. " A wise decision, Sablestar. " he said coolly. " If you wish, I can assist in keeping an eye on this one, to ensure he isn't shirking his remaining duties. "

His voice was even, but his half-lidded eyes made the implication clear.

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I'll watch the battle until the dust is clear.

 

[possumgrin]

Possumgrin stood still, ears pricked but expression unreadable, as Sablestar's voice returned with a vengeance, filling the space between them. Key words of 'neglect', 'trust', and 'gifted'. Spinning in his head as new feelings churned into the mess. Silence soon pressed around him in a suffocating squeeze as the other paused. The shame he felt moments ago fizzled, dripping away as the leader continued. His body hummed in the afterburn of humiliation. Taking the final blow of his punishment, he released a sigh. Low and rough as it escaped his chest.

Jadethorn emerged like a serpent from the underbrush, offering their two cents with all the subtlety of a slap to the muzzle. The sheer audacity of it floored the tufted Shadowclanner in a way he had not expected. What right do I have to disagree? I'll make an even bigger fool of myself. He blinked slowly, the corner of his nose twitching as his gaze swept across the growing number of onlookers. Their oh-so-holy leader stared him down as the remaining stars outside faded. Pinks and blues are turning brighter shades of white overhead. Had he not just been publicly shamed, the scruffy tom might've appreciated the scene more.

Numb inside, Possumgrin responded in a neutral, unreadable expression. "Understood." He meowed flatly. A lackluster response, no one would find a trace of his usual attitude today. He wouldn't give Jadethorn the delight of tossing their words back at them. Not while Fleapaw followed the foul-mouthed tabby. They didn't dare deny his lack of mentorship to the youth. Still, he couldn't fully let go of the bitterness that dried the back of his throat when thinking seriously of living here. Faced with his indignation or giving in to the demands of a cat he could hardly respect.

Why didn't they understand how crazy 'uniting' for the sake of dead cats was? Or be led by the paw of alleged destiny after the death of an enemy. He didn't give a rats about Starclan or its hierarchy. Whatever the skies thought a Night Guard was, it had always felt more like a weight than an honor. It was a poison they all shared willingly. A spoiled piece of prey pwas assed around by the believers like it held meaning. Except even he was susceptible. Knowing he couldn't survive out there on his own and he would be damned to ask for two leg scraps. Gritting his teeth, the blue tom swallowed the bitterness of it all. His cowardice was useful for a change by keeping him quiet. Why couldn't things go back to how they were before? Had he ignored some unfortunate soul's kit before, no one would've batted an eye. Right? Now here he was, shunned before the Clan, turned into a public example to bolster Sablestar.

His gaze slid lazily toward Fleapaw, and for just a moment, a single heartbeat, something flickered in his eyes. Guilt, buried deep beneath the guise of indifference. His stomach twisted as his chest ached. Poussumgrin held himself back, locking down whatever emotion still threatened to claw its way out, even as the sting of embarrassment still burned at the tips of his ears. He could stomach the demotion. They would even take the public berating but losing his apprentice cut deeper.

Their insults rolled off his back like tree sap, sticky and slow. They shouldn't have affected him. It should not have mattered, but they did. He looked away before it could show. Tufted tail flicked, and he stepped away from where he had been standing, each pawfall slow and measured, like none of it mattered at all.

"Whatever makes you happy." He whispered to himself, with no particular care who might hear. He didn't want to look back or ahead as Jadethorn ordered his former student away. Watching Fleapaw's hesitation melt the second Coalstrike slithered from the depths of Shadowclan's muddy earth like a walking stench. Not you. Hatred simmered hot beneath his pelt as his orange gaze locked onto Coalstrike. Like hell that will happen! The older warrior's words fell heavy on his ears, leaden and arrogant.

Before he could think, his paws moved backward, then pivoting, facing the tom fully now with an expression of unfiltered disgust. Possumgrin wanted to curse him out of existence. He wanted to spit venom but he held back, barely. She wouldn't want this. His muscles stiffened, and that earlier look of defeat washed back over his face. No amount of blame would bring her back. No outburst would change the path behind them. He glanced at his paws. The ex–Night Guard willed himself to leave. He didn't want to give any of the vultures, the lot of them, the look of hurt carving itself deep into his features. They didn't deserve to see how heavy the days had become. How a part of him had started to look forward to training Fleapaw. How he'd failed anyway. If only he'd committed. If only he hadn't been such a lazy bastard. Maybe then she wouldn't have looked so relieved. Just leave, Possum. Thinking of his old name felt like salve on a burn. So, he turned away. Off to wallow in his regret, silently, as he hesitantly made himself useful for the rest of the day.

OOC: Possumgrin is walking away! Feel free to toss more at him as he walks off for dramatic affect, but assume this is a wrap.​

 

[SABLESTAR]

The path to the cedar was paused as Coalstrike spoke, looking to his Night Guard with a thoughtful glance between him and Possumgrin. Getting the blue tom out of his sight might be just enough for him to cool the fires of his temper, he was off to sleep the daylight hours away anyhow. But while he wasn't awake, while Wolfpack was wrangling the rest of the warriors, it might do some good to keep Possumgrin out of everyone's pelt. An exile without the commitment.

"I think Possumgrin just needs some space from ShadowClan today. Perhaps you and him could spend the day finding some ground away from here. Maybe the pines on the other side of where the Colony stayed would be enough distance away." With a proper Night Guard to follow in his shadow, maybe he would return with a speck of redemption in finding something. Or simply staying out of trouble long enough for him to get over this display of inadequacy.

"Report to me whatever you find, bring whoever you'd like. I'll be awake on your return."

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
• 

  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-eight moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[Coalstrike Coalstrike]

Sharp eyes watched Sablestar for a moment as he spoke, suggesting they take Possumgrin out of camp for now. It was a smart move, they hadn't checked that side of the territory yet, and maybe they'd get lucky with some prey. He had planned to explore more of the land anyway. This was a good excuse to do so… and to keep an eye on the demoted cat. He gave a soft snort before dipping his head. " Affirmative, Sablestar, " he meowed, already moving after Possumgrin. His gaze settled on the other cat, calm but firm.

" Come. We're going on patrol. You can sulk and brood while we walk. " he drawled, stepping ahead toward the camp's exit without waiting for a reply.

___________________ I DON'T FORGIVE, I DON'T FORGET ☆ A wound's a warning, a debt is a debt. ___________________

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• COALSTRIKE he/him, shadowclanner, sixty-six moons.
  ☆ a lh black cat dangerous amber eyes. has a mane around his head, is huge [ grandiose ]
  ☆ mentoring vanillapaw
  ☆ loyal to sable, despises thunderclan
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by lion ↛ lionharted on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

ooc: coal is leaving camp with @possumgrin !!